Contest winners
Contest ended May 31st, 2003
Short , fat and unattractive to all
just looking for someone to catch her if she were to fall.
sad, lonely afraid and blue,
none to see and nothing to do .
crying to herself and not let anybody know,
cutting herself and not letting any scars show.
scared to be alone and scared to understand
where she belongs and where her heart truely stands.
terrified to show anyone all her broken dreams,
so afraid of what they'll think , what they'll think all this means.
not crying form the heart , but crying from the soul,
just because of all this cutting that she can no longer control.
crying to herself as she gazes into the mirror,
cutting until she bleeds , just to reassure herself that she's still here .
she looks for the best but sadly finds the worst ,
so mad at myself for doing this even though its something
that I myself have forced.
Submitted by Randi
(2003-05-02)
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Contest ended March 31st, 2004
A Growing
I kept a good home
But only for my books
Neatly shelved
In my own strict order;
While all around was chaos
And the squalor of indifference
What was not born of me was easily borne
But my books, hard-won
Over the years,
Sheltered and cared for,
Equally loved, whatever they held.
I held them, stroked,
Smoothed open and buried
My nose in the sweet pages
With untutored glee.
They gave me myself;
They bore me.
With hard nurture
They made me grow,
Gave me my thinking
And with my growing thought
They grew
At home with me
And wrote my biography.
Submitted by Marian
(2004-02-27)
Comments
Dear Johan,
How I felt when I received your wonderful email, telling me I had won your
contest...... was BEYOND WORDS :)) one of the few times in my life that I
was lost for words !!!.....I could only gasp ... being astounded, stunned
and very, very delighted !!! I thank you so much for the opportunity.
Please select what you feel best from the following for the comment to add
to the poem:
My Dad inspired my love of books. My abiding memory is of him leaning over
his little table, a little light on, intent on his reading, surrounded by
cats, which he stroked intermittenty and absent-mindedly.
People are naturally poetic. It is a natural necessity for people. We
think metaphorically. We explore words. Dylan Thomas said he could taste
words. I also see words in colour.
The quotes you circulate are inspirational poetry, 'the little winking
Byronic lights' (Auden ?) or the 'passing on the torch' (my Dad). I feel
privileged to share a presence on your site with those who inspire
generations.
You have given me the boost of confidence I needed to continue writing.
So....watch this space.....I'll let you have any more great news on this
front :))
In return, thankyou for those sentiments and I wish you the same ... Peace,
Love and Light.
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Contest ended December 31st, 2004
The Truth
As Black Men....
The world is our stage
Our star shines eternal
Our strength is the gauge.
As Black Men....
Your power is global
It's based on the fact
Our spirits are noble.
As Black Men....
We've shown that were gifted
Annointed by Birth
Mankind we have lifted.
As Black Men....
Our Mission is clear
To prove our allegiance
To all we hold dear.
As Black Men....
Our vision's the key
Remember this Truth
We'll always be free.
Submitted by Britta
(2004-03-30)
comments: Bill Clark is a black man and he is on Death Row
in California. There are a lot of doubts in his case. Maybe you
want to have a look at www.alive-gegen-todesstrafe.de
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